Chapter 95: The Possessiveness of Tomás Rodriguez
I watched my son playing on the playground inside the mall. Sitting on the bench and placing the bag of cellophanes I have been carrying for hours as Tomás paid, Hugo touches and wants. As much as I despise to have this “Family Day,” Hugo seemed to be enjoying this.
I wiped the sweat on my forehead, fanning myself as I keep my eyes on my son. Exhaustion and thirst are what I feel right now. Although we already ate our lunch here, my throat still feels dry. I’ve been quiet the whole duration and allow my son to bond with his biological father who is Tomás.
It always crosses my mind how can I tell Hugo that Tomás is his birth father? With all that Tomás and I have been through, I don’t have the guts to introduce him to my son as his f
